Romanticizing

Romantic is not a word most people would use to describe me. Sarcastic, yes. Weird, yes. But romantic? Not typically.

Surprisingly though, I am very much a romantic.

For example, yesterday we were going to a graduation party and we were passing through a little town out in the middle of nowhere. We saw two people, a male and a female, walking down the street of this dusty little town in a tux and a dress. They looked like they were going to a wedding. Or from a wedding maybe, his vest was unbuttoned and his tie was tugged loose. And in all reality this is probably what was happening. Tis’ the season. BUT. I preferred the idea that they were on a date and had decided to dress up in their best and just walk around town. Doing normal things like getting ice cream. That idea was much more appealing to me, than just ‘they were on their way home from a wedding.’

Photos are also my weakness. There is just something about spreading photos on your bedroom floor and remembering. I don’t mean pictures from a photo shoot. I mean photos taken on a normal day. Random and… real. Don’t even get me started on home videos.

Today I was finishing The Ishbane Conspiracy. (Great book, highly suggested by myself) And it was talking about God and how the girl was eagerly awaiting her Bridegroom. And it hit me… This is the greatest romance story in all of time. God fights for us, comforts us, laughs with us, cries with us. He laid down his life to protect us. He loves to hear about our every day lives. The little things. He carries us when we can’t move. And He eagerly awaits when He can walk across the threshold into the place He has built especially for us.He is our best friend and He LOVES us. In the most intimate of ways. He knows us better than we know ourselves.

*mind blown*

It’s not like I have never heard this or thought about it. But today it just kind of clicked all new.

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Insightful Thoughts of the Day:

  1. Sometimes in our thirst for knowledge, we lose wisdom.
  2. The best way to defeat the enemy is to know him. We cannot hate him. For in hating him, we serve him.
  3. The key to control is the follow through.
  4. Sometimes the view we want isn’t the one we need.
  5. My thought process is less like a spider web and more like a chicken running around with it’s head cut off.

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Planned

I am currently sitting in my closet, which is freshly cleaned and reorganized, staring into my room, which is much less clean. But I am tired and I will deal with that tomorrow. Along with about a million other things. BUT! On the bright side, my closet is clean and organized. Woo Woo!

Have you ever started one project and then did pretty much anything but that project? I have. On a daily basis, practically. It’s not that I’m not productive, it’s just that I hardly ever seem to get done what I meant to get done. Like my room, for instance. This was all meant to be done LAST week… But instead I spent the week at my aunt ad uncle’s house, helping prepare for my cousins graduation party. It was a VERY productive week. Just not how I intended.

This seems to describe life pretty well… It never seems to go as planned. Or at least, not how we planned it. We can plan for months ahead, but then something happens and… fa-da! New, last minute plan arises. I like to call these obstacles, adventures.

It’s a lot more fun to think of it that way. Like the adventure where all the electricity went out in town, so all of our neighbors came and hung out on our front porch in the middle of the night. (Because it was also ridiculously hot out) And all us kids laid out on a sleeping bag, and there was a big fight down the street. It wasn’t the best of circumstances, definitely not what we had planned, but it turned out to be one of my favorite memories.

Our lives are full of bad circumstances. But our circumstances don’t make us who we are. How we handle those circumstances does.

It’s like the debate I had with the leader of my Wednesday night class. Her daughter accidentally dropped her phone down a garbage chute and it was destroyed. I laughed, she did not. She thinks it is irresponsible to laugh at that kind of thing, because she says if one laughs at such a thing that one does not understand the value of said thing. I explained to her that it was not due to ungratefulness that I laughed. I’m not going to go around throwing phones down garbage chutes for entertainment. I laughed because there wasn’t a thing that could’ve been done to stop it. And I appreciate God’s sense of humor. We agreed to disagree.

The point is this, in any situation you are given two choices: you can make the most of it, or you can fret over it. I have tried both. I suggest making the most of it.

That’s all for today. Have a great one!

P.S.

We are getting a puppy! AFJSGDIDHDJKD! It’s a lab/something or other terrier mix. Black male. And we are naming him Elvis Strider. AFHGFHFHGFJMDSAHGKJ! Okay, I’m cool. I’m fine.

This Is Me

I am sitting here reading my posts and I realize something… You have no idea who I am. So, here is a little introduction post. Better late than never.

My name is Keke. Actually, it’s Kristina, but most everyone calls me Keke.

I am a seventeen year old introvert. It’s not that I don’t like people, I just don’t like being around them for long.

My hobbies include: reading, writing, fishing, obsessing, debating, and sarcasm.

My favorite color is black. No I am not goth.

Favorite subject in school: science.

I am home schooled, and a geek/ nerd.

I have a mom, dad, little brother, big brother, sister in law, and nephew. I also have grandparents, lots of aunts and uncles, and A LOT of cousins.

I don’t know what else to say. You will probably get a better idea as I post, so I will leave it at that.

Have a great one!

Checking In, Mother’s Day, etc.

Yeah, so, it’s been awhile. Life has been crazy. Where shall I start?

How about school?

With everything that has happened in the last year, I am behind. Which means that I shall be doing school through the summer. Woop, woop!

My older brother is doing alright right now. But he and his wife and his son could definitely use some new perspective. They could really use God.

I am also freaking out a little that I will soon be a senior. I mean, come on! Yesterday, I was a freshman! Now, I am worrying about what I am going to college for! Help please!

But, despite all that, I am pretty content. I am finally getting back into the groove. School, chores, I am even getting a social life, my book is coming along. I just keep trusting God and letting Him figure it out.

 

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In other news, today is Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms!

I’m going to brag a little and say that I have the best mom. She is my best friend. We have been through a lot, but I wouldn’t have made it this far without her. 13173753_1140068072690687_4262843923306634_n

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One last thing, I am currently obsessed with Olan Rogers. His stories are the best. And not an ounce of cussing. Seriously, go look up his videos on Youtube. You can thank me later. It is now one of my life goals to meet Olan Rogers. I am ready for tomorrow, so that whenever I do something I can just be like, “It’s a Monday.”

Okay, that all I got. PEACE!

What does it mean to be a Christian?

What does it mean to be a Christian?

At this very moment I am listening to The Ishbane Conspiracy. It is an amazing book and I recommend it to all of humanity.

Anyways, there is this one line that really speaks to me. Prince Ishbane (the directing demon on this mission) says that “Hell’s landscape is littered with moral, church going vermin (people).”

*mind blown*

I’ve always been aware of the principle of that statement, but never have I heard put in such a manor. The bluntness of it, for me, is more powerful than saying doing good things is not going to get you into heaven.

My pastor has been talking on this as well, these last few weeks. Doing good things does not make you a Christian. Doing good things does absolutely nothing for you. Besides make you feel good. Doing good things is pointless.

The whole point of Christianity is Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Our whole focus should be on Jesus. It’s when we focus our attention on Jesus, on His words, on His commands, we start to change. Our hearts, our minds, and our actions. Our actions become more Christ-like. Instead of doing good things, we start doing the right things.

Okay, that’s all I can figure out how to put into words. So, I may come back to this subject at another time. So, for now, Shalom.

How to be a Friend

How to be a Friend

Have you ever been betrayed by a friend? It’s pretty rough. The hardest part, for me, is deciding what to do about it.

Do I confront them?

Pull away?

Ignore it?

What?

I am well experienced in this. Not in the usual teenager way. But actual betrayal by friends. And I have learned that it doesn’t matter what they do. What matters is what I do. My response is my responsibility.

So, despite what they do, I have to choose to do the right thing. No matter what.

In this state of mind, the answer to the original question is simple. I don’t have to trust my friend. But I do have to trust God.

And God says that being a friend is not easy. But not much of what He asks is. Simple, but not easy. And thus, if you ever betrayed by a friend. Don’t turn your back on them because they hurt you. Instead, show them grace and mercy. YOU be faithful. No matter what.

Simple not easy.

Well, that’s all for now. I hope you gleaned something from this.

“Do you think that I care for you so little that your betrayal would make a difference?” _The Twelfth Doctor

Losing My Best Friend

Losing My Best Friend

Okay, before I start I would like to note that tears are sort of blurring my eyes, so if what I write doesn’t make sense that’s why. And if what I say sounds cold or disconnected, it’s not because I’m unfeeling, it’s just how I’m coping. I don’t like to talk about my emotions.

Tonight our beloved dog died. Her name was Ginger. She was a pug/jack Russel terrier mix. She hated anything new. Loved having the ridge between her eyes rubbed. She was my most trusted confidant. She was my best friend. I loved her so much.Ginger

This picture is from a few years ago. She was five. Mac was, obviously, just a pup.

She loved to just lay with you. I’m not big on touch, but there was always something comforting about having her stretched out beside me as I worked on school or read a book. She would lay there so patiently when I would rant about whatever I was upset about. If I ranted for to long she would start to look worried, like she was worried I was mad at her.

And sometimes she was super annoying. Like all dogs. She would do the stupidest things. I’m going to miss that.

I could go on forever. But I think that’s all I’ll say tonight.